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God and the intercom

When our special needs son was in school, he always rode the school bus for handicapped children. God blessed us with great school bus drivers and you have to be very special yourself for this job.

In my husband’s church office, he had intercoms that led to his secretary due to the long distance between offices. There were days that Tom would pick up truck drivers speaking on CBs to other truck drivers. Tom would stop his work occasionally and try to catch a few words between drivers. Tom said it never distracted him from his work.

As I did every morning I would put Treg on his “special bus”, kiss him goodbye, have a chat with his driver, then watch them drive away to school. This was repeated morning and afternoon for years.

On one particular day in Tom’s office the intercom was very busy. As Tom concentrated on his work he heard this still small voice telling him “listen”.

What Tom heard over the intercom was amazing. “I’m lost and I have a small child that can’t speak. I’m substituting for his regular driver and I don’t know where this child lives.”

Tom jumped out of his chair thinking that description sounds like Trey. He ran outside and there in the middle of the parking lot was the lost school bus driver talking on his intercom. The driver saw Tom, opened the door and asked, “Do you know this little boy?” “Yes”, Tom said, “he’s my son”, much to the surprise of the driver. He asked “How did you know I was lost.”

“God told me through the intercom”, answered Tom.

 

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